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“You were on the job.”
“Thirty years, Atlanta.”
“Rank?”
“DS when I put my papers in.”
He had the eyes for it. “Mind giving me the roundup?”
“Nope. Jimmy Jay had the stage, heading toward halftime.”
“Halftime?”
“Well, that’s loose, but Jimmy Jay’d preach for ’round an hour, after the singing, then the singers would come back onstage, and Jimmy Jay, he’d change his shirt—’cause he’d’ve sweat right through the one he started with. Then after that break, he’d come back and fire it up again. He had maybe ten minutes to go when he went down.”
Attkins’s jaw tightened visibly. “He drank some water, and went down.”
“From one of those bottles on the table there?”
“The one that’s still open. He drank, set the bottle down, said a couple more words. Coughed, then he choked, grabbed at his collar, his tie—and down he went. His wife—Jolene—she ran out even before I could—and when she saw him, she fainted. I secured the scene as quick and solid as I could, but there was pandemonium for a few minutes.”
He looked back at the body, away again. “Some people tried to get up onstage, and we had to work some to keep them back. Others were running for the exits, or fainting.”
“Pandemonium,” Eve repeated.
“It surely was. Fact is, nobody really knew what had happened. And their daughters—Jimmy Jay and Jolene’s—came running, grabbed at their mama, their daddy. Body’s been moved some, and one of the daughters—that’d be Josie—she tried to revive him with mouth-to-mouth before I stopped her.”
“Okay. Have those water bottles been touched or moved?”
“No, sir, I made sure of that. Security had a hell of a time with the crowd, and with the crew, but I closed things off here in a hurry.”
“Appreciate that, Mr. Attkins. Can you stand by?”
“I sure can.” He looked down at the body again. “This is a terrible night. I can stand by as long as you need.”
Taking out a can of Seal-It, Eve coated her hands, her boots. Then she moved to the glossy white table and picked up the open bottle of water. Sniffed.
She frowned, sniffed again.
“There’s more in here than water. I can’t place it, but there’s something in here.”
“Mind?” Roarke stepped over. With a shrug, Eve held out the bottle so he could lean over. “I think it’s vodka.”
“Vodka?” Eve glanced back toward Clyde, and saw from his expression Roarke was right. “Can you confirm that?”
“Yes, sir, I can. Jimmy Jay liked a shot of vodka in his water bottles. Said it kept him smooth through the preaching. He was a good man, Lieutenant, and a true man of God. I’d sure hate for this to come out in a way that smeared his name.”
“If it’s not relevant, it won’t. Who spiked his bottles?”
“One of his girls, usually. His daughters. Or I would if things got busy. Or Billy, his manager.”
“Which is why all these bottles are unsealed. Where’s the vodka bottle?”
“That would be in his dressing room. One of your men locked that up.”
She went back to the body, crouched. The cheeks were deep pink, the eyes bloodshot. There were bloody grooves at the throat where he’d clawed for air. She could smell the vodka as she leaned close to his face, and the sweat. And yes, just the faintest whiff of almonds.
As she opened her kit, she turned to see Peabody and her partner’s skinny, blond heartthrob hustling toward the stage.
